I was frightened by the girl in front of me. Pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info want to eat people at every turn? And how smoothly it is?

What the hell did I wake up?

And the current world, is it actually built with the gift she gave? It really looks like a beautiful dream. Because in this dream, I have a father and mother, many clansmen such as the third uncle and uncle, and many friends, such as Zhang Zhiwei and the like.

And all of this may be completely different from the truth. The real me may be just a lonely person, so I will make up those relatives and friends in my dreams.

Now that these fictions have been completely shattered, no matter how much I try to deceive myself, I dare not believe it anymore. Is it better to live in a fictional world that you think is beautiful, or to face the cruel world of reality? I don't have to choose this one anymore, because now this fictional world is no longer beautiful, and all the beauty has been cruelly broken by those strange guys.

Maybe I don't exist myself, I'm just a shadow of the real me, projected here to live in his place; The real man is dead, and they want to resurrect him, right? That's why he used such a big means to try to turn my projection into him, and then, he was resurrected, and then, maybe he could accept the ghost king.

But now that the Ghost King is dead, resurrection is useless.

I'm just a shadow.

The ghost king and Xia Xin in front of him disappeared carefully. They never seemed to have been. I stood up and opened the door, and the sun was shining outside. Why should I be someone else's life? Why should I do what they want?

The five big and three rough smoked at the door, "What's the matter, the tea won't give us a sip." ”

He rushed into the house as fast as he could, "What about people? ”

"Who?" I asked him back.

"That's it...... That woman just now, she looked very beautiful, why did she disappear in a blink of an eye? ”

"Where are the women? This is a barren mountain, where can there be people to live? ”

"Fool, you? There's still tea here, where did they go? ”

"I said they were ghosts, do you believe it?"

"Ghosts? Where did the ghost come from in broad daylight? ”

"Who knows."

The fat village chief came out of the back of the house panting and said, "When it's over, I'll go and say hello to the people inside." ”

The five big and three rough said: "No need, there is no one." This house looks so quirky. ”

"Huh?"

"Who knows, you ask Zhang Liang, who knows where they went."

I had to say again, "They're just ghosts." ”

Why shouldn't I? And what's even more tragic is that I'm just a shadow, just a thought that has been buried, and I have been stripped from my memory and become a participant in a dream. Originally, it was just a dream about me, but in this dream, more and more awakened people, as well as outsiders like Situ Wugong and Mengmeng.

They are relentless in their desire to destroy the dream. While they may have had good intentions or real malice, they did.

Maybe there's no real camaraderie at all, right? There are only interests and so-called benefits.

Now they're finally on the verge of succeeding, because it's as if I'm living the life of the man who stripped me of me, going through some of his past.

I headed down the hill. The fat village chief asked loudly there, "Don't you go to the back to say goodbye?" ”

"What is there to worship? There are ghosts on this mountain. ”

"Ghosts? Damn, that woman just now was really a ghost? It seems that I have to go to Zhao Banxian to take a look. ”

Zhao Banxian? He should be gone. But who knows?

It wasn't until my phone rang that I realized that I had actually returned home, sitting on a stool and pretending to be in deep thought.

The caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

Pressed Answer.

"Zhang Liang?"

"Who?"

"Be careful? Why haven't you seen her all this time? Where the hell did you take her? ”

"Fire clouds?"

"Of course it's me, I'm just asking you, be careful?"

"I don't know, you don't know where she is, how do I know?"

"What don't you know! Where the hell did you take her? You're not going to sell her, are you? ”

"Sell your mother!" I hung up the phone hard.

Fenghuoyun and Xia Cheng really intersected, which is the major impact of Xia Caution.

Now Xia Cheng was gone, and disappeared into the air like a smoke ring. But in Huoyun's heart, she was always there. If Feng Huoyun is really a real person, if she has the ability to build such a world, will she also build such a world, and live some happy life in the dream world?

Maybe that's going to happen.

Everybody dreams.

After about half an hour, Zhang Zhiwei called, "Damn, what's going on?" Feng Huoyun found me just now, and I was almost killed by her! ”

"Huh?"

"Hmmm, can you say something you understand? What's going on? That crazy woman, she said she was going to train her muscles, and she was going to beat us to death. ”

"Won't it?"

"Still won't? Do you know how crazy she is? Forget it, you won't believe it, she's crazy anyway. Also, there have been some strange people in the school lately, and they don't know what happened or what is going to happen. ”

"What strange people?"

"It's weird, it's a mess right now, if you don't come, forget it, you won't want to repeat it, right?"

"Where?"

"Then think for yourself."

As soon as he hung up his phone, another call came in, an unfamiliar number, and after answering, it was a female man: "Did you provoke Huoyun?" ”

"Where?"

"Be careful?"

"I don't know."

"How could you not know? You're dying. ”

I hung up the phone hard. These people are even more unreal, if I'm not real. What do I have to talk to them about?

By the way, I turned off the phone, threw my phone aside, and left those people to death.

One person cooks, one person eats.

As I was eating, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" I asked, screaming.

"Me."

"I know who the you are? Is there a name? ”

Who can tell who he is? Listening to the voice, it was a young man, but it was not the voice of the five big and three coarse.

"You'll know when you open the door."

"No, I don't."

I'm not angry, where is I in the mood to pay attention to an inexplicable person.

But that guy's temper didn't seem to be easy to mess with, so he used to kick the door instead, kicking my door loudly, and no matter how angry I was, I couldn't get along with my own door, so I had to rush over and pull it open.

There was a piece of standing outside the door, and he was carrying a large backpack.

"But I'm tired to death, looking at your appearance, you are living quite chic."

"Is that you?"

"Can't it be me? What, not welcome? ”

He squeezed in past me, then sat down, and made it his home.

"Why are you here?"

"Look at my old friends. Oh yes, I brought a lot of greetings, and, when are you coming? ”

"Death in the past?"

"Who knows. Anyway, it's all messed up now. Alas, it's good now, everyone has nothing to do, and they are idle anyway, so I volunteered to come to you. The golden gun is opening a shop, sighing there every day, and he keeps saying when will this day end. ”

"What day?"

"Boring days, I think about back then, how energetic it was to fight and kill. Now he's fine, opening a small shop and being the boss, but he looks very boring. ”

Fighting and killing is very exciting? But why do I have to go there?

I glared at him and continued to eat.

"Besides, it's been so long since school started, and you're still fucking in the mood to stay here, and I'm really convinced."

"What's the point of starting school? Everything is fake anyway. ”

"Hey, big brother, it's very hard, okay? Besides, is it okay to invest a little? I finally got into the play, but now it's good, you have this attitude? ”

"So what attitude should I have?"

"You're a boss, you don't go to the scene, how can the show start?"

"I'm the boss? What kind of boss am I? ”

"Body, not a boss?"

"I'm the ontology?"

"Aren't you? Of course, there may have been a little mistake and a little accident before, so you were kicked out, but are you so reckless? Now it's time to get back what belongs to you. ”

"No, no."

"I'm convinced."

He fell headfirst on the couch, sighing incessantly. It looks like he's really bored and has reached a certain level.

So I was curious, so I asked him, "Who are you?" Or rather, who were you originally? ”

"Me? A good person. ”

"Have you really ever lived?"

"Of course, it's just a little bit of an accident after coming here."

"And then?"

"Then I was depressed. Think about it, how can a good person like me be arranged with such an identity, if you were me, would you feel very happy? What a piece of! Will you be happy? ”

I almost threw up, it's a sad story indeed. I don't know how to arrange his identity, it's just a piece of.

He continued: "So, when I understood this, I began to try my best to escape, even if it didn't matter if I died. What could be more terrifying than death? That's a piece of. ”

Can you still eat properly? This kid doesn't need to eat, but I do.

"How did you become like this? How exactly is this identity arranged? ”

"How do I know? It's boring anyway. ”

"Also, how did the harvest come about? Is there really a harvest? Will you harvest a wave at a regular time? ”

"Of course, aren't you all up to you? If you want to keep this place going, so harvest those awakened ones regularly, so that the world will be stable, and if you think about it, it still makes some sense, but it's not humane. ”

I felt a little incredible. Did I really set it myself? It's actually possible to think about it. After all, now that these people are awakened, they will be very harmful to the world, so we must harvest them and make them forget these things.

A piece of continued: "After a wave of harvesting, time will come back in a loop, so that you can dream for a while, and when it is about to turn into a nightmare, you will harvest those thorns, and the world will be peaceful again, and it will be peaceful again, and it will be peaceful again, isn't it?" ”